Inspired by the poem "Ode to a Naked Beauty" by Pablo Neruda
translated by A.S. Kline
your eyes catapult dreams
through vast, aching corridors of my heart,
secret-chambered whispers of sweet lingerings to be
you are a river drifting through me slowly,
rushing towards an open sea
oaken roots stretch from soil to sky,
dancing in unshorn meadows
long before the rains come;
your hands sway me into sun-dappled forests, deep
and mighty boughs dipped with budding laughter
as leaves curl in anticipation
the moon breathes, cascading light
word-imagery displays reality, but ideas of the intrusion and approaching intruder, are silent...
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